Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 382: Same Heart, Different Paths (Fifty-three)

She could reach out to the sky at any time and fill the broken spherical screen with the stones in her hand.

But she couldn't see that a kite string was connecting her and Ji Liangqi.

A huge force suddenly pulled her down and she fell heavily to the ground.

The higher you fly, the harder you fall.

In the wheat that she had grown with her own hands, the stalks were bent under the weight of two people.

The card repairman ran his hands through the snake-like beige hair, ignored the thorn tattoo around his neck, and strangled Su Sheng's throat. He used so much force that his fingers almost tore through the five hundred year old wound and got stuck in the gap between his head and body.

Su Sheng looked at her in astonishment, his mouth open but completely speechless. His eyes were pleading, as if he was questioning her:

"Are you going to kill me this way too?"

"Are you going to kill yourself this way, too?"

Ji Liangqi's gray-green eyes stared at her coldly, as if two icy spikes would condense from his eyes in the next second and instantly pierce Su Sheng's head.

She exerted more force with her hands, flesh and blood burst out from her fingertips, and her slightly younger and extremely cold voice spanned five hundred years and echoed in this ridiculously small space.

"I sowed the bitter fruit by luck. You have trapped me for more than ten years. Of course I have to kill you! Even if I die as a result, at least you will die with me!" The chest of the more than two-meter-tall human being rose and fell violently like a bellows, almost announcing the end with a roar.

The man's hands were tightly clenched, with a head with wide eyes in front of his fists, a body without breath behind his fists, and blood and flesh that could not be squeezed out by the hand muscles. Nuwa was divided into three parts by her, two of which sank under the red soil and returned to the wheat fields that she loved for half her life; the remaining pieces of flesh were still held by her, silently saying, look, your connection with her is these in your hands.

The ground was dyed an endless bloody red due to the laterite, so similar to the color of flesh and blood.

Not until he had done all this did Ji Liangqi realize what he had done. He stood up in panic and looked around for a place to wash the blood off his hands.

Fu Cangzhao watched from afar, and she couldn't tell who was Su Sheng and who was Ji Liangqi. Was it Su Sheng who was killed, or Ji Liangqi himself? She was suddenly confused. Perhaps the two were not very clear from the beginning. The difference between "Ji Liangqi" and "Su Sheng" was only five hundred years and several reincarnations. They were still the same person in essence.

"I'm back, you should come back too." The brain didn't have time to think, and the sing-song call came out.

She poured a lot of emotion into this sentence, using the vocalization technique of the southern tomb keeper taught by her grandmother, and even unconsciously mobilized half of the pure white flame.

No matter whether it is Su Sheng or Ji Liangqi on the other side, they will definitely hear it.

Then, she will turn around and smile back across five hundred years.

"I have been waiting for you for five hundred years. Why did you come only now?" After saying a few words, Su Sheng - or Ji Liangqi choked up, "Everyone is dead, and the citizens who survived were contaminated by the 'Father God' because of me..."

Fu Cangzhao stepped forward and blocked her mouth with a kiss.

If it was Ji Liangqi standing here, he would have pushed her away immediately, but she was too lazy to care about that.

The four lips parted. She said, "It's okay. There's still a chance."

Ji Liangqi laughed out loud, she didn't understand why she laughed, but as the laughter sounded, the dream of wheat fields or red soil was broken into pieces. They walked hand in hand into the night sky, and the starlight from every corner of the universe gathered around Fu Cangzhao, wrapping the two of them into a cocoon of light.

When the light cocoon dissipated, Ji Liangxi saw the young man holding her hands tightly and smiled softly, "I'm back, Ji Liangxi."

She woke up suddenly and immediately held the hand that Fu Cangzhao extended. Only after confirming that the red soil in front of her was no longer an illusion did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Not far away, the flames were still burning piles of cards, which indeed contained a destructive force, accurately destroying the most critical nodes in the patterns of each card. After the key nodes were destroyed, the flames would turn them into a pile of ordinary paper. The northern tomb keepers often used it as a bonfire and held bonfire parties next to it.

Ji Liangqi held Fu Cangzhao's fingers with one hand, and with the other hand he put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and asked, "It's less than a week until your birthday, so is it okay for me to dance with you now?"

"At any time——"

"Sorry, you have to put away your End of the Loop for now." Bing Haoqi ruthlessly broke the romantic pink bubble and said, pointing at the white shadows of trees appearing on the horizon.

"Ah." A hint of embarrassment appeared on Ji Liangqi's elegant posture.

She stared at the loop end that appeared at some point for a while, but in the end she did nothing and just let out a long sigh.

Bing Haoqi pretended to be ferocious and grabbed her arm, "threatening" her: "If you can't take it back, don't even think about touching my little rebel again in your life."

Only then did he succeed in prying something out of Ji Liangqi's mouth: "I just tried to take back the red soil inside the city."

"What about that?" Bing Haoqi still had a gloomy face and pointed at the rootless tree.

"Maybe it will help you." Ji Liangqi pressed back the black flame that burst out from Bing Haoqi's palm.

Unable to gain any benefit from Ji Liangqi, Bing Haoqi suddenly felt bored. He opened his light brain and looked through the news. Sure enough, a new item was refreshed at the top: the red soil transformation had disappeared.

Clicking on the latest push notification, she discovered that it was actually a live broadcast. She saw a farmland behind the reporters and fairy papyrus growing vigorously. There was no sign of any accident.

She subconsciously took two steps back as if she had seen a ghost and accidentally stepped on Fu Cangzhao's foot, so Ji Liangqi heard two screams.

As the pain faded away, Bing Haoqi started to play with Fu Cangzhao, laughing and cursing, their movements just like those of little kids.

Ji Liangqi put his hands in his pockets, and the last bit of gloom between his brows disappeared.

"It's nice to be young."

A hint of vicissitudes flashed under her gray-green eyes. The memories of five hundred years ago were vivid in her mind. She no longer resisted the fact that she had appeared in the long river of history as a "resurrection".

"The child you are looking for is indeed likable."

After traveling through five hundred years, Su Sheng finally found the boy who had only existed for a brief glimpse.

Ji Liangqi finally found her anchor. This anchor nailed her deeply to the land where the card city took root, telling her that everything was coming to an end.

The "Scavenger Woman" decoding has been put into production in the Fiery Sun District. Now a certain amount has been accumulated, which should be enough to be deployed to the entire plane.

They have about a day to prepare for the travel plan of the alien "envoys" provided by the leader of the White Dove Faction, so Fu Cangzhao can now set off for the next stop - the Lieyang District, to complete the final ceremony of the God's Mausoleum Tour.

Fu Cangzhao is the rebellious will that Bing Haoqi stripped from herself, so sometimes Bing Haoqi would call Fu Cangzhao "my little rebel." It's like a sister doting on her sister, a mother doting on her daughter, or herself.